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Brassai’s Paris, a View Through the Tunnel of Time

Before the second world war, filled with the wandering souls of the “Lost Generation,” Paris throbbed with the fluttering notes of jazz and the clattering of horse hooves on cobblestones.

And Paris also served as a subject for the art of photographers like Brassai, one of the earliest photojournalists, influenced by surrealism.

Brassai (born in Hungary as Gyula Halász) moved to Paris in 1924, worked as a journalist, and started taking pictures in 1930 to use with his articles. He had a penchant for photographing the other side of Paris, life as it happened after the sun sank behind Les Halles. Among myriad subjects, verging on a Toulouse Lautrec-like fascination for the ladies of Pigalle, he also liked to photograph people in cafés.

Photo credit: BrassaiPhoto credit: Brassai

Another Toulouse-Lautrecian figure, Henry Miller said of Brassai, “When you meet the man you see at once that he is equipped with no ordinary eyes.”

Photo credit: Brassai

Most of the people are not eating, but bistro fare — this is France after all — has not changed much over the decades since Brassai focused his camera on these fascinating faces.

"Bijoux" in Place Pigalle Bar (Photo credit: Brassai)Simone de Beauvoir at Café Flore, by Brassai

De Beauvoir and Sartre created much of their work in cafés, as did other writers of the times. I once read that the streets, for many Parisians, open up to what ought to be called a big living room, which makes sense because most people live in extremely tiny spaces …

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Cynthia, thanks for this post – brings sweet memories to me. As a late teenager I was fascinated by Paris, lost generation and all artistic movement from this time. Yes, it was in communist era with no chances to go there. But I “knew” everything from books. Of course Brassai’s “Conversations with Picasso” was a must too :)
And the books didn’t lie – fortunately I was able to check it later, with my own eyes.
All the best for you for a new year!